“ They Walk Alone ” in a faceless world –

                  

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“ They Walk Alone ”

             – in a faceless world –                

 They walk alone
 On crowded streets,
 These vacant beings 
 Suffering defeat,
 Trudging on feelings
 Found bittersweet,
 Despite bewilderment
 Held negated souls,
 In constant lament 
 For the cadence holds,
 The bulk of a life spent
 On their weary feet,
 As human refuse 
 On a deathly beat, 
 Who seek refuge
 In a mingy world replete…  

 Routed in despair
 Most lay in wait,
 For their decay
 To transfer hells, 
 While with false hope
 These human shells, 
 Pray fate awakes
 Would thus impel,
 And so reach out       
 Hence fore too late,                                                                                 
 When they’ll arrived
 At fated final hell,                                                     
 Yet so to walk alone
 Thus in a faceless world!   

                 A nudge on today’s world...

© Jean-Jacques Fournier  
November 2, 2020 
    
 Pictures – public/ private collection...
 Music – excerpt of Alone Together, by Chet Baker...  

“ The Dancer ” – be the devil upstairs –

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“ The Dancer ”

            – be the devil upstairs –

I’d know the music

Just by listening,

To the patter

On the floor above,

And the pulse

That cajoles her feet,

As she capers

To a mystifying beat,

Like it matters

To the dancer,

In whose rhythm

With melodic flair,

She so adorns

Be the devil upstairs,

To mirror,

The center of a storm

Frenzied to a level,

That shan’t be mistaken

As the dancer who conforms…

 

She’s the devil I can tell

Tho follow I with ease,

For her dance casts a spell

Which leads me to believe,

I’m destined to her hell    

If she decides to leave,

Yet just so I can listen

To the rhythmic patters,

Bent by that devil upstairs

Be the dancer who so matters!

 

                                                   inspired in Vence, Fr.

                                               written in Sweetsburg PQ.

                                                         April 21, 2003

 

   

“ We The Homeless ” – not by choice –

It’s not by choice,

We’ve but the street

For our new host,

In this life gone bleak

It be thus a last resort,

Begs we’d not seek

Wanting as consort,

Held so to speak

Apt be a gritty ghost,

Led we live incomplete

Having lost one’s voice,

Mindful of our fate

Now being without choice,

In a discombobulated state

That be life on the street,

The while this last resort

Be until we are too weak,

To drag our bones to port

In a life of empty options,

That be for we the homeless,

Held fixed to muted notions

Reduced we be to nameless,

Drifting in crowded sad seclusion

We’ve to live as shadows on the street…

 

Suffer alas said we the homeless

In a populous fashioned by human apathy,

Offered in overwhelming abundance

To a growing number of ignored failed voices…

 

We the homeless, not by choice!

 

                                                          © Jean-Jacques Fournier